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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:26 pm
The Titan's Fists seemed about to say something, but were overridden by the Djinn's advice:
FIRE
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:36 pm
Joe started. "Oh my. All right then."
He looked around, trying to lock on to the Acolyte. "Hey rookie!" he shouted. "Come out and face me!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:43 pm
The aircraft bucked again. "Another engine is out," the pilot declared resignedly.
((Mass Effect now, RP later.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:48 pm
"Well ********! How many engines on this plane? Four?" Jacob asked the pilots.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:52 pm
The pilot nodded grimly. "With what I have, we might be able to pull off an emergency landing." The plane bucked a third time. "We're ********."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:42 pm
Joe grunted. "God damn it."
He ran down the cabin, to the hole where the Acolyte had entered, and threw himself out.
The wind instantly tore him backwards, making it seem that he would lose the plane, but then the real Wind kicked in and Joe blasted after it. In about thirty seconds, he was darting around the plane, looking for the Acolyte on the wings.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:10 pm
Joe found the Acolyte on the wing on his side, fiddling with the mechanism and placing the nozzle against the engine.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:46 pm
Joe cloaked his mana signature, used the Wind to slingshot himself forward so that he could leave Wind behind, and aimed to slam into the Acolyte from behind.
He led with the Fists.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:50 pm
The Acolyte experienced a great deal of whiplash when he took the hit. In all probability, being next to a jet engine at the rate they were going made hearing impossible, and the Acolyte was focused on his task. He looked up at Joe in shock, yelled something lost in the wind, and placed the nozzle against Joe's arm.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:55 pm
Keeping a firm grip on the Acolyte, Joe burst into blinding white flame. There was a liberal barrage of kicks and headbutts that followed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 10:27 pm
Joe's arm went numb as the bones were re-shattered by the concussion from what Joe could identify, with his elemental tapping, as a large-caliber metla rod being driven by high-pressure air.
The Acolyte's skin was melting but he didn't seem to notice very much.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:37 am
Joe wrapped one hand firmly around the Acolyte's neck and flailed his broken arm in an attempt to throw the nozzle off. At the same time, he used Siber's mind-raping technique, and began to let off concentrated bursts of fire from his body.
What do you want with me? Joe asked through the mind-rapage.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:49 pm
Joe encountered something alien and inhuman. It knew no pain, no fear, no remorse. His mind recoiled from the very idea of it.
The nozzle was brought around against Joe's torso, firing again as it made contact.
Joe was thrown back by the force, and the Acolyte disappeared back into the airplane.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:05 pm
As Joe fell, he mentally closed up, and directed all of his Avatar energy into his chest and arm. They began to heal quickly as he glanced over his shoulder at the ground.
After about a minute, Joe managed to finish healing and spread his energy back out. He snagged the Wind and shot off after the plane again, quickly gaining as it sank lower to the ground.
He made his way to the window and entered the plane. "Jacob!" he shouted.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:23 pm
The inside of the plane was in a state of hysteria.
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